The Golden Tent Warrior who had been thrown out was inferior to Has Ula in both realm and strength. Though the slight shift in space and time left him dizzy, it did not stop him from grasping the situation around him. At most, his reactions were half a beat slower.
Before he could steady himself, however, his eyes suddenly widened. A long arrow, deep crimson verging on black, tore through the void toward him, carrying the sensation of heaven-destroying, earth-annihilating force.
It's over! The Golden Tent Warrior's soul nearly fled his body. He tried to teleport away, but it was already too late. He could only desperately urge his battle armor to activate.
Rumble!
The annihilation arrow struck the Grandmaster, as though igniting a "powder magazine." A gigantic crimson fireball swelled and erupted, rolling outward like a sun that had been shot down and was plunging straight toward the ground. Scorching waves of heat and spurting sparks filled the surroundings.
Taking advantage of this, Meng Qi retreated of his own accord, turning his back toward the saber hacking at him from behind.
Clang! The saber was deflected. Meng Qi's Daoist robe was ripped open, and his pale-golden skin split slightly, oozing specks of blood. Borrowing the momentum, he shot upward into the clouds while concealing his aura.
He did not dare delay, lest Has Ula fire a second arrow. If that happened, he would have no way to evade it!
The rolling waves of heat and spraying sparks from the "Falling Sun" affected the senses of both the Grandmaster and Has Ula. The Yuan Shi domain further muddled their perception of distance. By the time their senses recovered, Meng Qi had already vanished.
Another irrepressible sense of humiliation rose in Has Ula's heart. Ever since he had encountered "Mad Saber"